tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68440963076642844522018-03-06T13:49:10.731-08:00Love, Sex and MudThe Romantic and Dirty Adventures of Pallas BlueAbout Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803699603960085508noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844096307664284452.post-29904890192940779222009-10-11T16:15:00.000-07:002011-02-11T08:16:56.160-08:00Mafia Queen Part VI: Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there aloneIf he were a song, he'd be a complicated melody ...“I’m coming with you” I look him dead in the eyes and turn to walk away.“What? No, you’re not.” he orders me, determined.“I don’t think it’s your decision to make.” “I disagree” he glares at me way too sure of himself.“Wait, wait...” I wave my hands in the air as though surrendering “... aren’t you the one who kidnapped me, faked my passport and About Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803699603960085508noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844096307664284452.post-67048691676633125492009-08-14T16:53:00.000-07:002009-09-21T19:00:13.784-07:00Mexican Mafia Queen... PART V: All the King’s Men…There nothing you can sayThere’s nothing you can sendThere’s nothing there that can change the pastNot all, the King’s men* * *“Stop kicking my boyfriend you psychotic piece of shit!” I’m trembling all over from fear and cold. I will my body to keep steady and begin to focus my eyes on what remains of Milo on the forest floor. God he looks so helpless! About Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803699603960085508noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844096307664284452.post-82737381312169251672009-04-24T12:24:00.000-07:002009-04-24T14:17:51.406-07:00Mexican mafia queen! Part IV - Run Baby Run!Thunder blasts around me and I duck down and cover my ears with both my hands. Gravel ricochets everywhere from the impact of bullet to rock... I scream and try to hide myself behind the back rubber tire of the car. I am deaf. I turn to Milo, terror in my eyes “We’re not gonna make it!” I shout like he’s not crouching right next to me. “They’re gonna kill us, and there’s nothing we can do about About Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803699603960085508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844096307664284452.post-1599642900904824832009-04-05T16:23:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:47:38.130-07:00Mexican mafia queen! Part III - Lies of the Faithful...Wind whispers softly around me and a warm chill runs down my spine and through my bare legs. I open my eyes and stars glide slowly past me – am I dreaming? I gaze around still lost in stardust… reality seeps back into the corners of my dreams…. I feel the car, the music, and the strong smell of cigarettes from someone blowing smoke around me… I am here…“Where are we?” I ask slowly, still half About Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803699603960085508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844096307664284452.post-71809100319532587012009-04-04T15:32:00.000-07:002009-04-09T18:58:58.563-07:00Mexican mafia queen! Part II - How I got hooked...Breathe, I tell myself… the car is cool and soft music fills the air, “Highway runs, into the midnight sun – wheels go round and round… in my mind…” who sings this song? Foreigner? Journey? Hmmm...“I drove all night,” he begins, he face looking out the window of his driver side, “Just to get to you” he smiles quietly to himself. I feel the soft black leather under my bare legs, and breathe in About Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803699603960085508noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6844096307664284452.post-60728742860916635792009-04-04T15:23:00.000-07:002009-04-04T16:15:29.669-07:00If I don’t get out of this, I’ll be a Mexican mafia queen! Part I - How it started....It is complicated to discuss something that seems impossible even to me... the sun sets outside my window here at the public library in my suburban neighbourhood, and I am finding it hard to return to the night when so much was lost... and realized.If my recollection serves me right, and I can't guarantee that it does, it was a late summer evening and I was leaving my best friend’s house and About Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05803699603960085508noreply@blogger.com1